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Betty L. Harmon

March 12, 1925 - November 26, 2010

The Voice of Biddle & Crowther

Betty “Boop” Harmon passed away, after an extended kidney illness, on November 26, 2010. Betty was born March 12, 1925 to Eli and Louise Atwood in Spokane, WA. In 1938 they moved to Ballard, WA, where her father started Eli’s Bakery. Betty graduated from Ballard High School in 1943. While in high school her lunch hours were spent at the bakery working the lunch counter. Her love of music led her to play the violin and eventually she became a member of the Seattle Junior Symphony. After high school Eli’s Bakery was sold. In 1946 Betty’s family moved to Everett, WA where, they started Atwood Fur Farm. It was because of the mink business that she met the love of her life, Robert (Bob) Harmon. They met in the fall of 1951. Their first date was to a Ballard H.S. homecoming game and dance. They fell in love and were married on March 9, 1952. Soon they took over the fur business. They raised their family there until retiring from the mink business in the fall of 1973. Then Betty and Bob moved to Edmonds and Betty went to work for Asta and Asta Employment Agency in Lynnwood, WA as an employment counselor. In 1976 she went to work for Biddle & Crowther, in Seattle, WA as a receptionist. She became the first impression and “the voice” of Biddle & Crowther until she retired in 1995. In 1997 she moved to Mariner Village Retirement Park in Everett, WA.

Betty was known for playing practical jokes on co-workers and friends. She also enjoyed gardening, music, entertaining and being with her family. Her grandchildren and great grandchildren were the love of her life.

Betty was preceded in death by her beloved husband, Bob Harmon, in September 1982 and son-in-law Paul Toivonen in September 1980.

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